Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
He disposes of the cloth and comes back to bed, securing me in his arms. I melt into him, feeling the most content I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
Until my stomach rumbles. Loudly.
He chuckles. “Sex is hungry work.”
“Apparently,” I say, embarrassed, nuzzling my face into his warm chest.
“I’d better feed you, then.”
He pulls on a pair of sweatpants that sit low on his hips and show off the sexy V that men have. He’s not wearing underwear, and the outline of his heavy cock is clearly visible. I slip on one of his shirts and follow him out of the bedroom, feeling the rawness between my legs with every step I take. My virginity is gone, and it was Massimo who took it. I don’t know what any of this means, but I know it’s exciting and new and exactly what I need.
In the kitchen, I sit at the counter and watch Massimo prepare us dinner. Spaghetti with Napoli sauce. From scratch. No frozen meals. No takeaway. This Mafia don likes to cook.
If there’s one thing I could never get tired of, it’s watching Massimo in the kitchen cooking me a meal. I absorb it all. The muscular back. The well-defined shoulders. The tattoos crawling across his broad chest and down his powerful arms. He doesn’t have a clue how sexy he is as he thinly slices the garlic and chops onion, celery, and carrot.
He catches me watching him and smiles.
“What?” I ask.
“I like you watching me.”
I grin. “Cook me dinner every night and I’ll happily sit here watching you.”
Our conversation is easy as he boils spaghetti and stirs his sauce. He pours me a wine, and taking a sip, it is as sweet as berries and spreads warmth throughout my body.
We talk while sipping our wine and by the time he dishes up the meal, I’ve drunk two glasses, and am feeling warm, and flushed, and so damn happy.
“Come here,” Massimo says, patting the counter by the two bowls of spaghetti.
He lifts me up, and plonks me on the cool marble, and parts my thighs to stand between them. He picks up a bowl and fork, and I watch him twirl pasta onto the fork, feeling the warmth from his shirtless torso and enjoying it way too much.
He holds up the fork full of pasta, and I open my mouth. As I close my lips over the fork, my eyes roll to the back of my head because it tastes so good. I can’t help but groan, and Massimo smiles.
“Oh my God, that tastes like heaven.”
“It’s good?”
“It’s more than good. It’s delicious.”
He feeds me another mouthful, and again, it’s a hit of pure dopamine. I moan, wanting to devour the entire bowl of food.
“I like to hear you moan,” he says, his voice rough.
The food is out of this world but not so good I don’t notice his cock getting heavier and harder in his sweatpants.
“Sex and food are now my two favorite things,” I say as he lines up another mouthful.
A dollop of Napoli sauce slides down the corner of my mouth, and Massimo licks it from my chin.
I swallow my mouthful, and his lips travel up my chin to meet mine in a searing kiss.
He’s standing between my parted legs, his erection obvious in his sweatpants, and my pussy throbs. It’s instinctual. I open my legs wider, wanting to get closer to it.
The kiss deepens, and the bowl of spaghetti is forgotten. He pulls me against him, and the heat of his skin wraps around me. He removes my shirt and growls at the sight of my erect nipples. He takes one in his mouth while he palms the other breast, the sensation going straight to my clit, and I start to wonder if I’m going to come from the sensation.
He switches nipples and begins to suckle, and I drop my head back and wrap my legs around his hips. When he pulls back, I see the wild hunger on his face, and it excites me beyond measure.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly and laden with need. “I want to make love to you until neither of us can walk, and even then it still won’t be enough.”
“Then take me to the bedroom and show me what that looks like,” I say, feeling swept up and wanting more.
With a rough growl, he lifts me up into his powerful arms and carries me like I weigh nothing. He walks us with purpose to the bedroom like he’s going to give me orgasms for the rest of the evening.
And laying me down on his warm bed, he crawls across my body and proceeds to do just that.
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MASSIMO
I make love to her again, taking my time to get her body ready for me by making her come with my face between her thighs and my tongue on her clit, before I slide my cock inside and rock slowly in and out of her beautiful body.